The House of Bondage

by Mister Bondage

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Storycodes: Solo-M; M/m; kidnap; stun; captive; cuffs; chain; chair; cell; voy; cons/nc; X

Jason was broke and desperate for a job. Flunking college and drifting through part-time jobs had quickly bored him and he was currently spending his days drinking with friends or lounging around the house... his lacklustre start to life was not endearing him to his disappointed parents. Aged 22 and basically a bum, the threat of being kicked out by his dad lit a fire under his ass and after several months of moping around he came across an advert in his local newspaper. The fact that he even happened to be reading a newspaper at all was strange in itself, as Jason rarely picked up anything that didn’t contain pictures of naked or scantily-clad ladies. On this day however, fate led him to this advert. “Full time job on offer with excellent prospects, athletic young gentlemen required. Ring (number supplied) for more details.” Intrigued, Jason picked up his phone and decided to find out what it was about.

A deep voice answered “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m Jason and I’m calling about the job advert?” Jason replied.

“Ah hello there Jason. Thank you for responding. Are you employed at present?”

“Uh no sir, I have no job right now.”

The voice paused. “Thats good, does that mean you are available for an immediate start?”

Slouching back into his chair, Jason rolled his eyes and said, “Well sure but I would like to know what the job is exactly. The advert asks for athletic young guys, does it involve heavy lifting or labour? Thats not something I’ve done before.”

“Oh no no, nothing like that. Far from it, its a modelling job actually and the job requires someone with a good physique. Are you that person Jason?”

Stunned, Jason almost hung up but the idea of not doing very much for potentially a lot of money seemed attractive. “Um ok, will this job pay well?”

“I can tell you that this venture will be a great success, and the sooner you can begin, the more profitable it will be.”

“Ok, I can start anytime really. What do I need to do?”

The voice paused again then said, “First of all, keep this to yourself as I value my privacy. Tell no-one where you are going. Come dressed smartly but don’t worry as I have a large supply of items for the modelling. If you are free now, come to the farm next to the woods at the outskirts of town and I’ll pick you up. I’ll then explain more fully what your job will entail when we get you back to my home.”

With that, the voice abruptly hung up. Jason felt a wave of apprehension wash over him, he had never really thought much of modelling and didn’t feel comfortable with another guy taking pictures of him but the allure of money convinced him to swallow his nervousness and get ready. He dashed upstairs, changed into a smart black suit, left no note as to where he was going and then left the house.

Half an hour later he got off the bus near the farm that the voice had instructed him to find. The road up to the farm was quiet, surrounded by countryside and behind the farm was a dense forest. A narrow dirt track led past the farm into the woods. Already sweating into his white shirt, he loosened his tie a little and slowly walked around the farm, keeping to the dirt track. After another ten minutes he could hear a car approaching. Pulling up onto the track, a slim man in what appeared to be his 40s stepped out of the car.

“You must be Jason?” It was the voice.

“Yeah thats me.” Jason replied, reaching out for a handshake. The man approached and made to receive the handshake, then suddenly his other hand shot out and what appeared to be a small taser zapped a startled Jason, who didn’t even have time to yelp before being shocked and he crumpled into a heap on the track.

The first sensation that retuned to Jason was a pounding in his forehead. He moaned at the headache that throbbed inside his skull. Slowly he became aware of the sore spot where he had been tasered, and then his memories rushed back to him. He tried to raise a hand to his throbbing head when he realised that he couldn’t move. After a moment to reorient himself, he became aware of the metal chair he was sitting in, and the chains that bound him to it. His hands were cuffed behind the chair, chains secured his ankles and shins to each chairleg and more chains encircled his torso around the chair. He also became aware of cloth-like material stuffed into his mouth and sealed with ducttape which had been wound around his head. His eyes were uncovered.

Still woozy from the headache and unable to muster much strength to struggle, he attempted to focus on his surroundings. His chair was placed inside a dark room, the only light spilled from a crack in the doorway. After attempting to squirm a little in his chair without success, he tried calling out. “Mmmmpghghh!” His muffled cries were unintelligible and he winced when the exertion caused pain to blossom once again inside his head. More time passed as he tried to struggle inside his metal prison, the chains not budging at all. As his eyes became accustomed to the dark a little, he could make out padlocks keeping the chains in place. “Heppplghghhhh!!” he screamed, the gag tightly muffling his cries. Soon enough, light spilled into the room as his captor entered, and switched on the lights. Strip lighting audibly flickered into life above Jason. The man that had quite obviously duped and abducted Jason smirked as he stood in front of him.

“Yes, you’re perfect. Just the man for the job, that sexy physique of yours certainly shows in that tight suit of yours. I think it about time I told you what the job is, and what is expected of you. I wasn’t lying when I said this was a modelling job, however you will be modelling bondage. You’ll be kept tied up at all times, though in different positions, and I will take photos and videos of you as you struggle and squirm. I will then sell this media online to fetishists that enjoy such kinky things. Very profitable... for me that is. As for you, this is a full time position. I won’t be letting you go. Ever.”

Shaking with fright, Jason ignored the headache and began frantically struggling. He couldn’t seriously keep him here like this! He’d be missed, people would.... Jason suddenly remembered that he failed to tell anyone where he was going. And given his lazy history, he had a sinking feeling that his parents would suspect he had took off and left home rather than look for a proper job. As dread took over, he could only sit and watch as his captor set up a video camera on a tripod in front of his chair, as well as a bench with a digital camera, PC and webcam. Next to this was a clothes rack with various amounts of clothing including denim jeans and jackets, a variety of leathers and uniforms, sports gear etc.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you get settled in and accustomed to your new position before your work begins. Free meals will be provided on a daily basis, which I will feed to you. Obviously I don’t have time to keep tending to you for other things as well, so you will wear a nappy at all times and it will be replaced once or twice a week, depending on my schedule.”

He then leaned into Jason’s neck and whispered into his ear “Welcome to my house of bondage. Over time I will recruit new guys to keep you company, but rest assured-this is a job for life. Get used to those chains, they’re never coming off.”

With that, he shut off the lights and left Jason to sob in terror.

To be continued....?

 

 

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04.05.13